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He ran his fingers along the nape of Asher's neck, tracing them down. Colden touched tattoos along his body, mapping them out as though exploring, "You are beautiful," the blonde whispered, voice low, sensual, "I know you have your doubts, but in my eyes, I would not change a thing."

He shivered at the attention on his hips.

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((Time to describe Asher's physical self in more detail. Wee! I've just been waiting for an opportunity to do this. /happydance))

There was something tender - tender? in the middle of damn good sex? how did that fit? love fit. love fit everywhere - in the way he rested his forehead against Colden's, the way their noses brushes. The way their mouths hovered over one another.
The earring he wore in his ear was a dragon curled around a bundle of cardinal feathers, the feathers a stark red contrast with the pale, beautiful ivory of the dragon. The eyes of the dragon were rubies, slimmed down from his family inheritance.
His arms, strong and gentle at the same time, wrapped around Colden's waist, bringing him impossibly closer, member driving into Colden's prostate in the process.

Asher's scars were almost as unique and beautiful as his tattoos.
The started at the base of his neck, just under his hairline. The scar went down his spine in a damn near straight line, cutting out to go over his ribcage, the first scar just under his nipple. It was like that on both sides of his body. His legs were scarred, the scars on his hips curving to touch the beginnings of his genitalia.

And his tattoos covered the flesh that was scarred - spare the genitalia, eesh.

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Colden's hands made sure to be gentle over Asher's scars. Some people were disgusted by them, but he liked the rigged way they felt beneath his fingers. They were not disgusting at all. They were Asher's past, a part of him that Colden would cherish. If you couldn't love someone's whole being, mistakes, horrors and tragedies included, how could it be love?

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Asher was no longer moving his hips.
They stilled under Colden's weight, his face relieved.
God, no one touched the scars.
Not even Asher did, unless it was in the shower and that was to clean up his own self.

They were sensitive.
Damn near the most sensitive part of himself.
He let out a soft, trembling moan.
"You-you don't have to..."
But god, don't stop. Please. His thoughts were slow, hazy, driven by desire and a need, a desperate need, that had nothing to do with sex at all.

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Colden knew the silent plea, continuing to trace the scars with his fingers. It was intimate, different from sexual intimacy, and he knew Asher needed it. It scared him, but he still wanted it.

"I do have to," Colden murmured quietly in his ear, "I have to love all of you. These are part of you and I love them too."

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Another quiet moan as Colden continued to trace the scars.
He sounded scared to make any noise at all.
It wasn't exactly pleasant to feel like he would be tossed out of his own room if he admitted pleasure in the contact.

He blinked at Colden, his words, and felt his throat work in a swallow.
"I... I can't even handle the..." He gulped. "The scars."

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Colden pressed his lips to Asher's, trying to soothe him. His fingers stilled and he gently withdrew his hands, "I'm sorry if I overstepped a boundary," He whispered, looking at him steadily.

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Asher's hands shifted from Colden's hips to the bed, scooting them along until Asher's back rested against the wall, supporting both him and Colden. He cupped the boy's face in his hands, eyes soft. "No, you didn't." He leaned forwards, pressing them closer, pressing himself further into Colden, and kissed him long and deep.

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Colden gave a light moan into his mouth, his hips tensing up the further Asher pushed into him. They weren't moving with any great urgency. It was slow, like Asher had promised.

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His hands traced soft patterns on Colden's waist, one finger running across the tender meat of Colden's nipple. His hips pressed gently against the bed, then ran right back into Colden, keeping this slow, rhythmic, allowing Asher's lover time to adjust to this new angle.

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He dropped his head onto Asher's shoulder, noises quiet but clear. The sensations combined were so much to take. Since he'd given away his sensitive areas, Asher always teased them. It was like delicious torture, "Asher.."

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Asher's lips curled into a smile. He was in just the right place to run his tongue lightly around Colden's nipple in a clear, wet circle, teeth brushing the tip of the meat in the process. His hips were still jerking, but softly, like he wanted to push into Colden's prostate with each thrust. He did. He wanted to like nobody's business.

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"You're killing me," Colden groaned, twisting his fingers into Asher's hair. His body pressed down to meet his lover's every thrust, seeking him.

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Asher's lips teased the flesh again, just around the nipple, tongue flicking over the tip. His voice was soft, loving, like he was talking about Colden's personality rather than having amazing sex with him. "Good. It can be your turn next time." He thrust up, up, searching, digging, finding that prostate, that bundle of nerves, pushing before retreating, continuing the movement. "Climax for me."

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Colden yelped and buried his face against Asher's neck, his body clenching on command. It didn't take long for him to be driven to climax, fingers tugging his hair.

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Oh, god. He murmured the words into Colden's ear as his body went loose, lax, his own climax hitting like a tidal wave. His hips continued to thrust, carrying Colden's climax just a bit longer while he finished. He slid to the side, eyes closed, face content. And...
When he slid out of Colden...
He was as hard and ready to go as they had started.

"Goddammit." He ran a hand through his hair, muscles clenching and relaxing, hands resting on Colden's thighs.

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He heard him and chuckled gently, pressing a kiss to Asher's pulse point, "I could always use my mouth," Colden suggested, loosening his hold on Asher's hair.

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"You could handle it?" He laughed quietly, eyes crinkling up, neck sliding to the side, allowing him better access. "Mm... God, it's ridiculous how much I want you. I want you inside of me now. It's weird."

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Colden nibbled along his neck, touching any unmarked skin with his lips, teeth, "I could handle it," he confirmed with a mischievous little smile, "I need a bit of time to recharge. Two climaxes is a lot on me. You don't seem to tire as quickly as I do."

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He chuckled. "Definitely not. We can cuddle. Ooh, we can cuddle!" He looked eager, excited, but the desire-filled gleam in his eyes remained.